Thought some of you might like this
It's my response to the PAD prompt to write a poem about
a sestina.What's in a Name?
There once was a woman,
didn't live in a shoe,
but a council apartment,
she might live near you.
Her children were named in the hope one day
celebrity riches would come their way.
So she chose their names so they'd stand out,
didn't know what they meant
and at meal times she'd shout :
"Food's ready Sestina, Salmonella, Vagina,
Colonic, Ebola, hurry up Spirulina!
Get it while it's hot Gonnorrhea you too Escherischa,
Candida, Chlamydia and you Analfissure."
Once at the table
she gazed at her brood,
the future of TV,
all gobbling their food.